In the hallways of our semi-conscious wanderings, we hear it.
"She said she had seen a dog." Murmured the voice, uncertain whether to be followed or ignored.
Sometimes it's a labyrinth, sometimes just a hallway. Of mirrors, perhaps, or doors to nowhere. Outside, rain—but you can't feel it inside this maze. Only echoes, and the feeling of being watched from somewhere just beyond your reach.
"But does it matter if they never return?" asked another voice, laden with something more than simply concern.
The walls breathe the silence, or maybe it's a gentle sigh. You step forward, unsure where leading yourself will take you next.
Click to ignore the whispers and find your own path.